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Recently got into playing Sweet Sins and I love Moira
It was always a little daunting, in a dangerously thrilling way, to encounter the power of the Sins--especially Asmodeus. The way his magic seemed to somehow even make it into the ringtone, the warm charm to his voice as he spoke, never letting Blitz get a worse in edgewise--not that Blitz necessarily wanted to. Just listening to him was something that felt special. And that was Asmodeus's gift, wasn't it? It wasn't just that he could make anyone lustful, save those few who were so averse to it that it would never come naturally. Asmodeus had a way of touching the heart, of making colors feel brighter, of making everything seem to mean just a little bit more. Blitz generally made a habit out of not letting himself be impressed by the incredibly powerful, but all the same, he felt it.
Fuck, he felt it.
He stood very still in the rain, feeling the Sin's gaze on him, maybe a little humbled by the fact that Ozzie was taking the time to notice. It was hard not to feel like an inferior goddamn class at moments like this, when you could feel how awe-inspiring another being actually was... But Asmodeus didn't make that feel shitty. Not tonight.
When the call ended, Blitz hung up the phone. He stayed where he was for a moment, letting the rain run down his forehead and into his eyes, considering. He was tired. Going home would be nice. But if he went home now, if he just turned his back on someone who had gone out of his way to be kind to him, someone Blitz actually liked for that matter, wouldn't that just be proving Verosika and all of her party-goers right about what a shitstain he was?
I can do better. I can try.
I owe it to all of them to try.
Well, maybe not all of them, he amended to himself. Fuck Dennis's predatory ass. Seeing him at the party still left Blitz's skin feeling unclean. Fuck that. Fuck all of that. Ozzie took the time to reach out after all Blitz wanted to do was give him a compliment, and Blitz wasn't going to shit on that. So, bizarre bingo card in hand, he headed into the club and did as he was told for once, hanging up his jacket, behaving. He ordered a drink and found a spot at a table that looked like it had other singles at it--singles. Fuck. Hard to think of himself that way, hard to--
No. Fuck it.
It ain't that deep, Ozzie had said, probably just meaning about the interaction, but goddamn if those words weren't good ones to keep in mind about other things, too. They were a way to get through the night, at least. And that? That mattered? So, rather than fill out the bingo card, Blitz just doodled hearts all over it, sappy hearts, hearts with dicks, hearts on horses, hearts. He sipped quietly at a drink, and he just listened to the people around him, observing them.
It wasn't until later in the evening, when he saw Asmodeus not looking too busy for once, that Blitz got up. He walked over, hesitating just for a moment, before he reached up to tap on his arm.
"Hey, uh, big chicken man," he greeted, torn between friendliness and awkwardness, but smiling all the same. "It's been a nice night. Look, you didn't have to do what you did, reaching out like that, but it really turned my night around. Do you uh--would it make you uncomfortable if I ask to hug you?"
Asking. Being polite. Being well-behaved. Blitz could try to do these things, damn it. Fuck. He would try.
@doublejango asked: deer ozmodyeass, i herd u r duing a relashunship bingo. I am the oposit of your type but just want 2 say that i think your stil grate. you make people happy and thats werth a lot in Hell. — keep duing what you du. we need you. you make things briter and better. — Sinseerly, Blitzo p.s. sry 4 bad spelling / unprompted? ; always accepting.
Awww ... what the Hell is this sappy shit (knowing damn well he'll keep it in his desk for rainy days, don't worry about it)? Nah, that ain't gonna fly around here, baby. Whipping out his cellphone, he's texting a message:
❥ sms — Blitzø, I KNOW you aren't serious with that letter of yours. Answer the phone for me real quick.
Within two minutes, Blitzø will find his phone ringing with an intensity. Better answer it or else, assassin man.
❝ Where are you? ❞ Sin is already stepping out to stand in front of the club to find a sad-looking silhouette from a near distance, in Lust's rain. Man, the dramatic flare of this guy! ❝ Turn around. Since when did you know what my type is? Usually, people gotta ask me to dinner first before they get that kind of response from me. Hahaha! ❞ He's talking over the phone yet his eyes are locked on assassin.
❝ It ain't that deep, babe. I promise. Get your ass over here, join the party. ❞ Should Blitzø try to bypass Ozzie's personal invitation, Ozzie's summoning a bingo card and teleporting it to Blitzø's hands. Watching the imp's surprise from here is enough to get Asmodeus grinning wider.
❝ Let's get you some drinks, my man. And leave your coat at the door. See you inside. ❞ Click. No Jesse to answer to this time. Get over here, it's gaming night. Unless you want Deadly Sin to bring you to the club, personally? Because ... heh! It can be arranged!